Lyrics Golden Sound - Lewis Parker, Apollo

Golden Sound

Cinematic movements
We about to bless 'em
Keep stressing
Still I gave 'em no confession
Because it’s right outside
I wanna go outside
And see the Sun
Then fly into the oblivion
The neverending happiness enjoy
Still I remain b-boy
Till I face the real McCoy
All onboard
Ship ahoy
Elevation I employ
Biters act coy
Because their shit is straight toy
And they’re getting played out
No time to break out
Had their plans made out
But got spaced out
I pulled the ace out
Get those papes out
And let’s get down to the matter at hand
Shit is widespan
Liver than a live band
It’s all hapening now, my man
Should be shotting these beats out for five grand
Instead I’m looking at a frying pan
Get the money for the fam
All ways you can
But tryna play mans on a scam
Get your arse beat up, tied up
And dash out the back of a van
Straight up and down
Yeah, we holding it down
With that golden sound
We on higher ground
And we stay airbound
And we holding it down
With the golden sound
Straight up and down
We on higher ground
And we stay airbound
With that golden sound
And we holding it down
Up on that higher ground
Cause we stay airbound
With the golden sound
I work for BBBC
Banish battyman and bruck them correctly
The black that walk street in Stepney
I used to rob Mr Kipling in
For
I fell in love with Cagney & Lacey
I’m on the beat with the LP
What the fuck
I wanna drive car like black Sweeney
Finger up your hole
Drink beer till I chuck
Draw belch from the gut
I open tracks like hookers pissflaps
Watch ceefax
Slap bitches then boot them in their kneecaps
I stalk bitches with an
And yam oxtail and suck out the gristle fat
You know I’m all about the, 'more chilli sauce, boss'
I don’t smoke but I
Straight up and down
Yeah, we holding it down
With that golden sound
And we stay airbound
On that higher ground
'Cause we holding it down
With that golden sound
Straight up and down
Yeah, we holding it down
'Cause we stay airbound
With that golden sound
We on higher ground
Straight up and down
'Cause we stay airbound
With that golden sound
(Scratching: «The golden sound»)